A bullied schoolgirl who was found hanged wrote a ­heart-breaking poem about her torment before she died.

Izzy Dix, 14, told how she was “drowning in a sea of emotions” as she struggled to deal with vile taunts from other pupils and cruel online jibes – some on controversial website Ask.fm

The final straw came when she was snubbed by youngsters at a music festival. She fled home in tears and wrote the harrowing poem, called I Give Up.

One line read: “Another piece of me chiselled away by their cruel remarks and perceptions.”

Devastated mum Gabbi told how she spent hours trying to console her daughter after the festival and looking at ways to deal with the problem.

And she made the poem public to show the anguish and pain bullying can cause.

Gabbi added: “I know this may be uncomfortable for people to read but this is what was going on in my daughter’s life before she died. In her own words, this is how she was feeling.

“I want young people to think about the potential impact of their behaviour before they act.

“We all need to be motivated by love and kindness, not nastiness and hate.”

Tragic Izzy was found dead by her mum at their home in Brixham, Devon, on September 17 - two months after the music festival.

The youngster’s poem was read out at her funeral – as mourners, including her many friends, broke down and wept.

Gabbi launched an online ­petition calling on the ­Government to ban Ask.fm. It has attracted more than 8,000 signatures.

She has also lodged a formal complaint with the chairman of governors at Izzy’s school, Brixham Community College, about its bullying policies.

Police are not treating Izzy’s death as suspicious. An inquest will be held at a later date.

Family fun: Izzy Dix with mum Gabbi (Image: Apex)

I Give Up by Izzy Dix

I arrive,Happy and fresh,Ready and excitedTo celebrate the goodness.I am eager and keen to have a good time.As I smile from the bubbles of anticipation whizzing around my stomach,I begin to see the crowd,I see more people,Many are happy and joyful.They're there like me,To celebrate,I smile at them and say hello to the many faces I see,They look shocked and surprised to see me,I question their judgmental glares as I wonder,'What have I done wrong?'I see their drinks swilling in their fingers as their backs begin to faceme.I try to edge my way back into the circle of giggles and talking,They push me away.I stand still,My eyes glazed and absent.Suddenly they call me over,I think, 'yes! They've noticed me!'But then it begins,They start to ask questions,As to why I am there.They begin to tell me that nobody wants me there,They tell me to leave and that I am not wanted,Not there, not anywhere,My heart,My head,My body,Numb.I feel pricks of stinging begin to pinch my eyes as cheeks begin to burn.'Don't let them see you,Don't show them that you're weakened,Weakened by their remarks','Stay strong' I think,But it's too late,My palms, clammy,My cheeks, streaming,My neck, sweating.I walk quickly away from the chanting and laughing,My vision, spinning,My heart, beginning to break.I look down and walk,My eyes drowning in a sea of emotion.Another piece of me chiselled away by their cruel remarks and perceptions,I give up.